The Hockey Star’s Remorse

Chapter 122

TIMOTHY’S POV

The small town at the edge of the city was a stark contrast to the opulence and extravagance he had grown accustomed to. Here, the houses were modest, and the streets were lined with trees that rustled gently in the breeze. It was a place where time seemed to move a little slower, and the worries of the world faded away.

Timothy parked his car in front of a quaint, single–story home that had seen better days. The paint on the exterior was peeling, and the garden was overgrown with wildflowers. It was his mother, Lydia’s, sanctuary, a place of simplicity and solace.

He took a deep breath, his heart heavy with a mixture of guilt and longing, before he got out of the car and walked up to the front door. It had been a while since he had visited, and he knew that his absence had not gone unnoticed.

As he entered the home, the smell of home–cooked food wafted through the air, a comforting reminder of the warmth and love that had always surrounded him when he lived there. His mother, a frail but determined woman, was in the kitchen, stirring a pot on the stove.

She turned at the sound of the door opening, her face lighting up with surprise. and delight. “Timothy,” she exclaimed, wiping her hands on her hurrying over to embrace him. “It’s been too long, my dear.”

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Timothy returned the hug, feeling a pang of guilt for not having visited sooner. “I’m sorry, Mom. It’s just… things have been so crazy lately. I’ve had to deal with some… interesting people, and I didn’t want them to find out where you live.”

Lydia’s expression shifted to one of concern. “Like stalkers? Timothy, you shouldn’t have to deal with that. Are you okay?”

Timothy nodded, trying to put on a brave front. “I’m fine, Mom. I have security measures in place, and I’m taking precautions. But it’s just been a lot to handle.”

His mother’s eyes filled with a mixture of pride and worry as she looked at her son. “You’ve always been so strong, my dear, but you don’t have to face these troubles. alone. You have me.”

Timothy smiled, touched by her words. “I know, Mom. And I appreciate it more than you’ll ever know.”

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As they sat down at the small dining table, Timothy couldn’t help but wonder about his mother’s decision to stay in this modest home on the outskirts of town. His father, a wealthy businessman, had recently purchased a grand mansion in the city, and Timothy had assumed that his mother would move in with him.

“Mom,” Timothy began tentatively, “why haven’t you gone to live with Dad in his new place? You wouldn’t have to worry about taking care of this place, and you’d have all the comforts you deserve.”

and she sighed deeply. “Timothy, I appreciate your concern, but I can’t bear to be in that house. Your father’s become consumed by his status and possessions, and it’s

heart heavy with sadness for his mother. “I didn’t realize things had changed so much. I’m sorry,

not your fault, my dear. We all have our own paths to follow. I prefer a quiet

the chaos and turmoil that had become his own life. He had once thought that wealth and fame would offer him happiness, but now all he

he had assumed the worst about her. For her, that might have been

lives, Timothy couldn’t help but feel a sense of solace in his mother’s presence. In the midst of uncertainty, he knew that

from the dining table to collect their dishes, Timothy couldn’t help but notice that she looked more worn out than usual. Her frailty had always been a source of concern for him, and he had often tried to shield her from the

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what the media was saying, or that she’d likely seen him with Stella. “I know, Mom. It’s just… I

to be so stressed, my dear. Life has a way of throwing unexpected challenges our way, but I know you’ll find a way

he couldn’t shake the feeling that he was letting her down. He

making everything feel a little less overwhelming, a little more manageable. But he couldn’t stay forever. The demands of his life were calling him.

helped her into her bed so she could nap, Timothy left his mother’s home. He stepped out into the

needed a moment to collect his thoughts, to process the conversation

driveway. He watched silently as Andy stepped out of the car and removed his sunglasses before sneering

greeted him, his tone even.

expression thoughtful. “Oh, Lydia. Guess the old

alive and well,

that solidified how he felt. They’d both come from

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